Awakening You took my hand and led me up the mountain to an ancient oak beneath a deep blue sky the soft jade grass sighed with liquid grace as we passed, a hawk circled above, rising, rising to heaven singing a blessing for our love The mountain was our awakening, our bridal bed and final rest the wild mountain of life, this short life I will remember every step and breath every touch and kiss of that day more life and love and happiness in those hours than all that came before. (c) 2008 J.L. Stanley |
